Ianto Jones

Happy birthday, love of my life, heart of my heart.



Just call me sentimental :D.

Had a quiet birthday this year.

Kai boggled at all the candles on my cake: when I told him there were twenty-nine of them he said, "Tada, you're old!"

Yes, beloved baby, I'm old.

I got some lovely gifts, though, many of them coffee-oriented, and my husband is going to love me up good as per our tradition.

I will leave you all with that mental image. Good night.

All,

Lorne has updated you on the situation, and I want to add thank you for all the love you've shown us.

As long as there's a Britain there will be a Torchwood. We will keep calm and carry on.

Or rather, we will carry on tomorrow. As for tonight, my duties are done here and I'm going home.

I love you all very much, and Lorne, I love you most of all.

I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?

And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away

I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

The Luckiest by Ben Folds
--

I love you, baby.

Lorne's project for today is building a fence for the back garden, so Kai and Matilda can play in a little more safety. So this morning we all went to the home store to buy supplies. (Milena had a great time chasing Kai up and down the aisles. Or Kai had a great time running away from her. One of those.)

Then afterwards we went to a toy store and got Kai this, so he can "help Daddy" without actually being near any power tools. He about spazzed out with joy when we took it out of the box, and he's banging happily away with his hammer right now on the back deck. (Matilda, on the other hand, has hidden herself under the couch. I can see her nose if I look down.)

I think my job today is mostly to keep Lorne well-supplied with lemonade and beer, and possibly also to make sandwiches.

We got back home yesterday after Lorne's birthday trip to London, and I suspect it's going to be quite some time before we leave for so long again. Kai did not take the absence well. I suppose we should have realized it was too soon to leave him overnight.

The moment we walked in the door Kai latched onto Lorne and wouldn't let go--wouldn't even let Lorne out of his sight. Maureen said he hardly cried the whole time, but he was very quiet and sad no matter how much she played with him, and spent a lot of time lying on Matilda in the front hall.

I'd told Maureen to call my parents if she needed any help with him, so she had them come on Sunday and I think he got a little comfort from having both grandmums and grandad around. Dad says he got Kai to play with him in the back garden for a little while, just chasing a ball around with Matilda. He didn't like it when Bronwen, our neighbor, came over to walk Matilda: he wanted to go with them, even though she had some bigger dogs with her, too. (One of them reminded Dad of our old dog Herwyr. I miss that old girl.) Dad ended up walking with them and carrying Kai, and he and Bronwen had a good chat on their route.

We ended up sleeping with Kai between us last night, and when I said goodbye this morning he put his arms around my neck and whimpered a little. I patted his back and told him I loved him, and when I gave him back to Lorne he just curled up into the smallest little ball.

Small child with abandonment issues. This is going to be tough.

Lorne's mother is here, and it's lovely, as ever. Kai took a while to warm up to her, but she expected that what with all the strangers he's been meeting lately. She was patient and gentle and let him come to her, and eventually he showed her his toys and let her carry him, and he was cuddling her by bedtime.

So I think we're doing all right there.

[Filtered from Lorne]

Also with all of this Lorne's birthday has utterly sneaked up on me. Maureen says she can keep Kai if I want to take him away for the weekend, which I think I'll do. I just have to find an utterly fantastic place where someone with a broken leg can have a good time.

Kai and Matilda have a lot in common. They both love to play until they're worn out, and then sleep wherever they happen to curl up. After the initial "OH DEAR GOD WHAT IS THAT NOISY, FURRY THING!!!" reaction he had, I'm just happy to see that Kai loves her.

Kai is very quiet compared to Rhodri and my neices. He babbles a little but mostly communicates with by pointing or giving us his "WTF?" face. He imitates me sometimes when I talk to him in Welsh (or sometimes just give me more of his "WTF?" face), and he lets us know when he wants out of his cot: he'll shake the bars and yell. (Lorne calls this his Jailhouse Rock routine. And then sings Elvis to him. Our house? Fuckin' adorable.)

He'll drink from his bottle and play with his ear, and stare at me so I'll stare back, and when he finally gives up he'll giggle. I kind of love that.

[Filtered to Lorne]

C'mon baby. Light my fire.


[ooc: Just what it says on the tin.]

I consider it my civic duty to issue this warning: Major Evan Lorne (ret.), is wily and fiendish. He'll take advantage of your drunken state and nearly shag you in a taxi if you're not careful, especially if you're married to him. Tricksy boy.



Now I am going to curl up in my chair with my sunglasses and wait for our flight to be called.



(I had a great birthday. Thank you for your kind wishes. And Las Vegas is everything they say it is, including slightly mad.)